Chapter 4

The living room light looked pale and harsh on our faces. Eva and I sat there like two bloodless wax figures.

I set the cold metal card on the coffee table between us.

"What is this?" My voice was calm, so calm it didn't even sound like mine.

Eva's gaze moved from the card to my face.

And in that instant, the tenderness I'd loved for three years, that smile that could make me drop all my guard, was wiped off her face like an invisible hand had erased it.

She didn't look angry. She didn't look panicked. She looked…